The next morning, as Wen Yu descended the stairs for breakfast, the entire hall was already buzzing with Li Quan'an's news.
"Have you heard? Order has been restored in Chaihe Town. We're heading there tomorrow."
"How come I didn't know?"
"You arrived late. Just before breakfast, Mayor Li announced it. It's great news! Apparently, he received notification that Chaihe Town has been completely taken over by the government. We're saved now."
"Thank goodness. I can't bear this life without water and electricity anymore."
Watching the hushed conversations filling the hall, Wen Yu couldn't help but shake his head.
Were they foolish? No. In this day and age, there were no true fools. The only reason these people appeared foolish was due to information asymmetry. This was the root of the sorrow of the weak—being sold out yet still counting money for their betrayers.
